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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:37 pm
by Emma Jane
huntertitus wrote:
Emma Jane, if you were a nun
I'd think it a good bit of fun
To take off your habit
Put it on a rabbit
Its lucky you're just feeling glum
Don't be sad
It's just grim up north
(I studies in Wales
Don't tell anyone it's a sore point)
Grim is about right!
Need a drink
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:50 pm
by DavebytheSea
Naughty, naughty Emma Jane
Writing without rhyme again.
Try and get into your head
To write in verse when on this thread.
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:53 pm
by Emma Jane
Apologies, Dave, for my blase style
Have been without rhyme for quite a while
Will try to adhere to the very strict rule
And stop behaving like such a mule
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 8:56 pm
by sport!
To Hunter T
Oh deary me
This morning, I was most cutting
How could that be?
Pleaded DavebytheSea
The answer is.....we were rutting
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:04 pm
by DavebytheSea
Golly Sport!
You really ought
To keep such thought
Of daring feats
Within the sheets.
Nor fill the streets
With cry and hue
Of derring do
Twixt she and you.
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:07 pm
by huntertitus
DavebytheSea wrote:Alas the removal of habit
Leaves one naked and, unlike a rabbit
A nun in the nude
Would be terribly rude,
And in danger that someone might grab it.
A nun without habit
Is not like a rabbit
for under that garb
She wears pants and bra
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:17 pm
by DavebytheSea
Huntertitus is most enterprising!
His knowledge of these things arising
From heaven knows where.
For a nun's underwear
Is not shared nor is bared to surprise him!
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:17 pm
by huntertitus
sport! wrote:To Hunter T
Oh deary me
This morning, I was most cutting
How could that be?
Pleaded DavebytheSea
The answer is.....we were rutting
I'm Hunter T
A new name for me
Who was you rutting?
While I was out cutting
Me roses and thinking
How I wished I was drinking
With dear Emma Jane
Who causes me pain
She writes like a queen
I wish I had been
Much better behaved
And much more like Dave
But there's just no use skirting
I just can't stop flirting
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 11:56 pm
by Emma Jane
Call yourself gents? I think not
For all manners are now down the pot
Alas the Lord's school
Has created a pool
Of men who like nuns quite a lot
(One of my finest methinks

)
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 2:34 am
by Rory
I’m rather wary of nuns
So not all OB’s like those ones
Never sure of their motive
Notwithstanding their votive
Existence, when I sees ‘em I runs.
And what’s with the flirt and the chase?!
At your age your heart can but race.
She IS very pretty
But it would be a pity
To lose what you can not replace.
What it must be to be young
With most of your life yet unsung….
The world at your toes,
Just keep away from the prose
And dream of places far flung.
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:25 am
by sport!
There's the Winchester, the Westminster and the Radley crew
There's Roedean, St. Swithun's and Cheltenham too
And from Eton to Harrow, Rugby and Lancing
Huge fortunes are spent, reputations advancing
But all things considered, one thing is true
Nothing compares with a C.H. Old Blue
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:27 am
by sport!
Upper Class Twit wrote:Who the hell do they think they are....and what about Charterhouse and Cranleigh?

Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:30 am
by DavebytheSea
Now Sport!
You really ought
To make it rhyme
Every time.
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 10:38 am
by DavebytheSea
Emma Jane wrote:Call yourself gents? I think not
For all manners are now down the pot
Alas the Lord's school
Has created a pool
Of men who like nuns quite a lot
(One of my finest methinks

)
To whom are you referring,
Emma Jane? Which erring
Gents call forth your wrath?
Is't all of us? For by my troth
I never wish't a nun to strip
And sure will whip
Most anyone who dares to woo
In such a way a nun like you.
I seem to have acquired a somewhat Shakespearian touch this morning! I hope I don't go back quite that far.
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:36 pm
by helen
I hope that this trend will abate
The flirting that's gone on of late
I don't mind some fun
But when all's said and done
That's not the intended mandate.
I want now today to inject
A thought that I hope you'll respect
That if you want more
Than this thread can explore
You will start one yourself more direct.
Far be it from me to oppose
the flirtatious outpourings of those
Who are fantasy prone
And enjoy a mind blown
By attention from one English rose.
I'm probably out on a limb
And sound too oppressively prim
You may all desert
Much preferring to flirt
On a new site with new pseudonym.
I'm not all averse to some fun
or the joy of a good clever pun
but some of the 'verse'
is not better but worse
And the prose is invasively done.
I want to keep on with this thread
About things that at CH were said
And personal views
About willies amuse
But would be better elsewhere instead.
But if this results in a lull
Because you think I am too dull
Well then, so be it
I don't mind a bit
And I'll kill this thread, go void and null.